Wen Yi Feng Zikai

It's half past five. Put away the violin, relax the bowstring, hide the violin and bow in the box, and sit on the rattan chair under the north window to have a rest. A song floated into the balcony window from behind Tian Sakaguchi's house:

There is cool air above and water below.

Why not sing folk songs?

……

The vast atmosphere is singing. With the wind and water, this song is unusually loud and crisp, which makes me very refreshing. For half a month, physical fatigue and mental pain have temporarily recovered.

Half a month ago, I went to the town to take part in the sports meeting. After the closing ceremony, my father and I went to visit my uncle, who recently came back from studying music abroad. My uncle said that I was very talented in music, so my father gave me 25 yuan to buy me a violin, chose this boring music book on his bookshelf and taught me to practice every day. At that time, we listened to my uncle's performance and everyone was deeply impressed. Dad once lied to me in a funny way that my uncle married a foreign aunt and sang very well. I also think the timbre of this instrument is as kind and beautiful as the sound of meat, and I swear to learn from him. Because I have to go to school and can't live in the city, my father specially invited my uncle to stay in my house for a week and guide me. I go home from school at four o'clock every day, rest for half an hour, and then start playing the violin until half past five. After my uncle goes, my father will guide me to practice. After practicing for half a month, my body is very tired and my spirit is very painful: I stand and play the violin every day, and my legs are very sour; I hold the violin in my chin every day, and my head and neck seem to be hurt. The fingers of the left hand press hard on the hard string every day, the fingertips are red and swollen, and the skin will be broken. Want to abolish, live up to dad's kindness, how to do? He once bought me an organ for 70 yuan. Because my hands are too small to reach eight keyboards, my organ practice has never been formally carried out. Now I spend 25 yuan to buy a violin and ask my uncle to tutor me and give up my job to urge me. How can I be worthy of my father if I give up halfway this time? If you put up with it any longer, you won't be able to stand it.

Blame this exercise book for being unreasonable. Teach me to play that boring thing every day: either "monopolize the plum blossom, monopolize the plum blossom, sweep the plum blossom …" or "monopolize the plum blossom, monopolize the plum blossom, sweep the plum blossom …" I have never played a good tune. To tell the truth, the organ for 70 yuan and the violin for 25 yuan are far less than the harmonica for 1 yuan. I can learn that little guy as soon as I learn. He plays all interesting little songs. Everything must be accompanied by interest to go on. Now these violin pieces taste like chewing wax. How can I stand and chew wax for an hour after school every day? ..... Today's chewing wax is over, go for a walk outside. I stood up from the cane chair, adjusted my boy uniform in front of the mirror, and went downstairs with a heavy heart.

Going downstairs, I saw my grandmother walking into the wall door with a handkerchief bag in one hand and a cane in the other. Mother came forward to meet her. I approached my grandmother, shouted "salute" and raised my hand to attention. Grandma was startled, shook it twice and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, my mother helped her quickly and didn't fall down. Oh, I almost got into trouble. But recently, our school has been engaged in boy scout training. Teacher Wang taught us that we must salute our elders in this way. How can you disrespect grandma? However, I know I'm bored practicing violin today, so I can't help shouting too loudly. If the opposite is Mr. Gymnastics, I respect it very much; But if it were my grandmother, I would just curse or scold the dog. I'm really sorry for her! Fortunately, Mommy was very good at explaining, and Grandma smiled. However, she was really scared. When she walked across the courtyard and sat in the hall, her hands kept stroking her chest. My mother was very unhappy and looked at me with unhappy eyes. I knew I was in trouble, so I took the opportunity to retreat.

Walking to the door, I heard a voice in the concierge, dumb, completely similar to my violin. Listen to the music he plays. It's euphemistic and pleasant. This is Uncle Wang's room. Did Uncle Wang also spend 25 yuan to buy a violin, and he made such progress? I broke into the concierge and found him sitting in a chair, looking up, stretching his feet and playing music. His musical instrument is made of a bamboo tube and two strings on it. It is shaped like a carpenter's saw, held in his left hand and played on his knee. It's enjoyable to see him effortlessly, plus he plays well. When he saw me coming, he shook his head and pulled harder. As soon as I grasped his musical instrument, I asked him what his name was and what tune he played. He hung the bow on the head of the piano and gave it to me for me to see. He said, "My brother has a piano, and so do I.". Your value is twenty-five yuan, and mine is only thirty-five cents. " . It's called' Huqin', and what I just played is called' Three Clues of Plum Blossoms'. Do you think it sounds good? "

I sat down according to his posture, and I also played Hu Qin. I feel very comfortable, my pronunciation is very relaxed, far better than the violin, and my timbre is not very bad. I remember: this is a common musical instrument in traditional Chinese opera, and barbers often play it, but before, the so-called "plum blossom" was played on the harmonica, which I found very unpleasant. Why does Uncle Wang look so touching? I asked him, and he smiled. "It's called practice makes perfect. Although I am poor and old now, I was happy when I was young. At that time, a group of young people in our village could play stringed instruments. When the town god comes, we will play music while walking. At that time, I played a song "Baixiang", which has not been forgotten so far. " As he spoke, he grabbed the Hu Qin from my hand and silently pulled it up again. This is a kind of vulgar music, which my father calls decadent music. I don't think it's cute, but there seems to be a kind of magic that fascinates people and I can't help listening. After listening, I unconsciously took the huqin from him and imitated his melody to learn. Uncle Wang got my bosom friend and was very happy. He enthusiastically came to guide me. Soon, I also learned the half-tone "White Elephant Tone" on the Hu Qin, and I even added flowers.

There is a head looking out of the window. I look carefully. It's dad. As if my husband saw that I had violated the school rules, he immediately returned Hu Qin and walked out the door with a red face. Dad didn't ask me anything, just said to go for a walk with me. He took my hand and walked towards the back of the house. There is a big stone by the roadside, and we sit on it.

"Why did you ask Uncle Wang to teach those musical instruments?" Dad's voice is low and his expression is slow; However, this is the severest reproach he gave me. I didn't dare to make up excuses, so I told him how hard violin practice was, how boring it was, and what I was tempted by Hu Qin by chance. Finally, I said firmly, "But this is only a temporary feeling. I will be brave and diligent in the future and will never abandon my violin. "

Dad's face suddenly cleared up, and he said happily, "I can forgive you very much." This is my negligence. I didn't tell you the characteristics of violin practice in advance, just supervise you to study hard. I am lucky to have this opportunity today. Let me tell you something. You should remember: first, music is not a pleasure, it is not always accompanied by fun. In the practice period before learning, it is more difficult than practicing English mathematics, which requires more effort and patience. Second, in life, joys and sorrows must be accompanied and in direct proportion. The more you suffer, the greater you enjoy; On the other hand, you can't enjoy happiness without suffering. This is an uncomfortable theorem, you must not forget it. The violin you learned is the most technically difficult instrument. You should make up your mind and be prepared to suffer a lot before you can engage in learning. From today on, you can use another spirit to deal with it, and don't seek pleasure for the time being, regard it as a difficulty. I don't care if my legs are sour, I don't care if my head and neck are sour; I don't care if my fingers bleed, I will go forward bravely. After this difficulty, you come to a happy big garden. "

At this time, the sun is going down, and the farmer is still planting rice in the field. Their songs floated into our ears:

There is cool air above and water below.

Why not sing folk songs?

Hunger and sadness,

Where is the mind to sing folk songs?

……

Dad said to me, "Listen to the farmers' songs about transplanting rice! When the ear and seed festival arrived, the hardships of farmers began. Transplanting, farming, fertilizing, transporting water, pulling weeds ... After a lot of hard work, it was not until late autumn that a bumper harvest was harvested. They are very hard, hungry and anxious at the moment, which is much harder than your one-hour violin practice every day. "

I answered passively and followed him home slowly. Watch my violin at home. It seems to have changed, from a smiling face to a serious face.

The original load 1937 "New Teenagers" Volume 3No. May 25th 10.

Feng Zikai (1898- 1975) is an essayist, painter, writer, art and music educator. His representative works include Yuanyuantang Essays, Yuanyuantang Rewriting, and Twenty Essays. Feng Zikai's prose contains Feng Zikai's classic prose, which is narrative, lyrical and explanatory, and permeates the author's rich social life and complex inner world.

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